On a different day,
I felt like an untethered kite in wind.
As night fell,
I could not say,
if I were to freeze,
in the thunderstorm.
I spent the daydreaming.
The sunset is too busy.
The full moon is a matter of time.
are very fresh.
However, they will not last
I feel the gentle wind of a fly’s wings.
it is very cold.
And I can not get the taste of cobalt out of my mouth,
because I'm chasing the robot and the human mind,
flashing Polaroids of the soul,
whispering into webs,
so someone gets caught in the error
As we walk to the courtyard,
I point out the trees,
now, I hope you know,
because they will reduce their leaves.